ridin' my bike

I know I'm lucky - blessed beyond belief - I know that. When I am riding my bike along the lake road, in the gorgeous light of the very early summer (well, it's not even summer yet, but you wouldn't know that by the temperatures). At 7pm, it's still bright, but the rays are slanted along the road through all the pine trees (by July, it will still be light at 10pm, here in the north). Nothing like streaming along on the bicycle in all that loveliness, smelling the lilies of the valley, and the pines, and whatever else is blooming. ya, lucky. PARAGRAPH

here's a photo of the lake waves. and did i mention that i actually went into the lake two days ago? a first for that date. chilly, but fantastic. and here's another one of my trusty steed that carries me along the

country roads and lake paths. it's there on the back of the gas-guzzler, and it's viewed from the window where the inuit carving of the dog team mushing through snow sits